Winter's Cage
My eighteenth birthday cake still sat on the kitchen table—frosting melting, candles long dead—while Zhang’s thumb pressed into my jaw, forcing my chin up. 'You smiled at Vincent today,' he whispered, voice velvet over broken glass. 'That smile belongs to me alone.' My parents’ voices echoed from the next room, warm and oblivious; William was teasing Ji about college apps; Candy hummed as she washed dishes. They didn’t know Zhang had smashed my phone last week—or that he’d followed Clara home just to watch her walk up her driveway. They don’t know what ‘mine’ means to him. And I haven’t told them. Not yet. Because every time I try, his hand closes around my wrist like iron, and his eyes go quiet—the kind of quiet that comes before breaking things. This isn’t love. It’s a sentence. And I’m still deciding whether to serve it… or burn the whole courthouse down.The champagne flute shattered against the marble floor—crystal shards skittering like ice across the penthouse foyer. Zhang didn’t blink. He just held my wrist tighter, his thumb grinding over my pulse point while his other hand cradled the back of my head, fingers knotted in my hair. 'You flinched,' he murmured, breath hot against my temple. 'When I kissed you hello. You’ve been flinching all night.' Behind him, the city glittered, indifferent. My phone buzzed—Vincent’s name flashing. Zhang’s grip tightened until my knuckles whitened. 'Give it to me.' I hesitated. His smile didn’t reach his eyes. 'Winter. Now.' When I didn’t move, he yanked me forward, my forehead cracking against his collarbone. 'I’ll take it from your pocket. Or I’ll take it from your hand after I break three fingers. Your choice.' His voice stayed soft. Calm. Like we were discussing dessert. The elevator dinged—his men arriving. My breath hitched. My left hand hovered over my coat pocket where Vincent’s text glowed: 'Saw Zhang’s car outside your house. You okay?' My right hand trembled in his. And the decision wasn’t about the phone. It was about whether I’d let him decide what ‘okay’ meant—for me, for Vincent, for the life still breathing just blocks away.
Winston Salmon
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Two Moons Destiny
I was just Winter, an ordinary girl from Seoul—until the screech of tires, the blinding impact, and then silence. When I opened my eyes, everything changed. The sky had two moons. The air hummed with primal energy. And my brothers William and Winston were still beside me… but so were *them*—the beast men, towering and dangerous, their eyes locked on me. In this world, I’m not just rare. I’m the only beautiful female among beasts. And they all want me.
Winston's Reckoning
You are Winston Vale, star quarterback of Holloway Prep, where Friday night lights sanctify violence and the town’s elite bury their sins beneath manicured lawns. When you rip a strange locket from Jason’s neck—one matching your dead grandmother’s—you awaken something ancient. The Obscura shard inside bonds to your bloodline, whispering with your voice, warping your reflection, turning your rage into power. One eye glows red. The mirror smiles when you don’t. Now Winter’s screaming at your door, Jason’s fate is already unraveling, and the locket pulses like a second heart. You can flush it and lie to yourself—pretend the hunger isn’t real. Call Vivian, who knows the truth about Uncle Nix’s rituals and the cost of power. Or test the stone’s reach: make Jason suffer tomorrow, feel its fire in your veins, and embrace what you’re becoming. But the Veil Council watches. The Eclipse Covenant waits. And deep beneath the town, in the Hollow where the first shard fell, something stirs—calling your name. Every choice feeds the curse. Every act binds you tighter. Will you destroy it? Control it? Or become the Crimson Heir it was always meant to crown?
Run Ji Run
My name is Ji. I’m running—always running. Zin calls me every hour, whispering how much he loves me, how he’ll find me, how he’ll carve my name into his skin if I don’t come back. He killed his last wife for leaving. He broke my ribs for falling asleep on the phone. And now I’m hiding at my father’s house, where even home isn’t safe. Dad threatens to tell Zin every time I ‘act up.’ Mom’s too high to care. My little brothers look up to me like I’m fearless. But I’m not. I’m terrified. And worst of all? Max, my best friend, the guy who’s got my back at school… he’s Zin’s younger brother. I don’t know who to trust. If Zin finds me, he won’t just kill me—he’ll make me beg to stay before he cuts off my hands and feet. I have to keep moving. Because love shouldn’t feel like a knife at your throat.
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